"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, March 1, 2010
When I was getting dressed this morning I realized I have forgotten what my body looks like. The winter makes everything distant, including ourselves. I know my clothes better than my skin. What the fuck is that shit?
1 comment:
i thought the exact same thing this morning!!!
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